Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into an idea, then into more tangible action. 
POEM
Many Asked Me Not to Forget Them
This poem by Naomi Shihab Nye examines humanity's penchant for indifference toward the struggles of others.
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